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The dog sniffed the air, catching the smell of a trespasser. Slowly inching up, the golden retriever began to growl. A dark haired Nin stirred in his sleep, having a pleasant about sword fighting and winning. Running to the smell, the dog barked furiously to warn the others in the hallway. A Handsome blonde elf, no younger then twenty-five, said very grumpily, “What is that da-“but he was never able to finish. Blood gushed through the hole in the back of his head. The braking had alerted the elves in the hall that were clustered around a single wood door. Most were wide-awake and ready to fight the unwanted stranger. The intruder hurriedly jumped into the hallway, but landed so lightly that his feet sounded like a light breeze. Silence over took the hallway as the Nin stood from his dreams.
“Who are you?” the Nin said, walking toward the trespasser. One of the other elven guards softly said, “Commander, do not get too close to him. He is a user of wind. Look at Geten.” The Nin turned slightly to look at the corpse of his comrade. The hole in Geten’s head was not a normal blade hole. It looked as if a rock had been hurtled through it. The Nin turned back to see the intruder had turned his back on him and was looking around in the other direction.
“It would seem so. An air mage, we don’t get many of them around here. Turn yourself to face me! Now, I ask again, who are you?” This time the Nin dragged the words out in a full expectance of an answer. The trespasser turned his body to face the Nin. The hood from the cloak it was wearing concealed its face from the guards. “I am very hurt, commander, that you do not remember me.” A bitter voice boomed.
The Commander Nin’s eyes widened as his lips formed the word, “You.” Without a warning, gusts of wind came from the mage. Screams of pain could be heard echoing through the hallway. The trespasser had done the same to the other guards. The only other one standing was the Nin.
Franticly, he drew his sword and swung at the air mage’s head. Effortlessly, the mage drew a dagger from his cloak and blocked each of the commander’s attacks. Soon the mage got bored of blocking the attacks and knocked the Nin’s weapon out of his hand. With his only weapon gone, the elf quickly stepped away from the mage. “You have gotten weaker over these many years, Gabriel.” The mage laughed.
"You are a monster!” The angered elf barked.
“It truly has been many years, has it not? I can still hear their screams. They fought well, but they were still no match for me. Ah. Never mind that now. Where is the necklace?”
“Go to hell. A demon like you could never be able to get it.”
The mage growled as he toke a step forward. “Are you telling me you would like to die?”
“I’d proudly die then give you its location.” The Nin yelled. Gaining his courage back, he went in to punch the mage. “Fine! Die you worthless elf!” the mage yelled, sending a gust of terribly sharp wind at the Nin. Hitting him in the heart. Gabriel gave a yell of pain before going limp to the ground.
Laughing, the demon walked to the door all of the guards were at. Instead of opening the door, he went to the side and started to push on the stones. Soon, he found one that went in and opened the stones to reveal a stairway that went a long way done. Using his air control, the demon flew down the straight flight of stairs.
He landed lightly on the ground in a small-enclosed tunnel. Elven fires on the walls illuminated the long winding way. The tunnel looked as if it would never end. Still, this did not stop the demon from going farther. He walked for what seemed like hours before he came to an opening in the tunnel. Taking up an evil grin, he went on.
The room was a bright place to be from the darkness of the tunnel. It was circular with white marble for the floor. In the middle of the room was a pillar lay. Atop of the pillar was a golden, glowing necklace. Upon seeing the necklace, the demon become more excited and more cautious about what he did.
The demon used what little air that was in the room and made it swirl around the necklace. He brought the necklace to himself and held it in his hand. With it finally in his hand the mage let out a most hideous laugh ever to come out of a creature’s throat.
Leaving the tunnel into the dawning sun. The mage heard feet stomping in the hallway, coming toward him. Keeping his terrifying grin, the demon fled with the golden necklace.
 theangeldark · Mon Jun 26, 2006 @ 05:32am · 0 Comments |
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